Okay! I ended the chapter a bit early, but it was a long chapter for this story's standards anyway. So...the next five chapters are Fan Choice! Tell me what POVs you want them to be in. Try to add Allie too. Skye's my fave character but Allie is here too!

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-MuseGoddess

DIONYSUS DANCE CUBE

HONE IT: FOR DANCERS

FRIDAY, OCTOBER 17

2: 11 PM

Dingo's POV

Skye shifted the bag on her shoulder as she stabbed at the button to call up the elevator. Ophelia came sprinting up, and they stepped in together.

"How'd it go?" the brunette asked, referring to her most recent date.

"It went okay," Skye replied, knowing she should be more enthusiastic. "He rowed me to this sandbar."

A Brazille Boy all to yourself!" her partner remarked enviously. "I was with Taz at the mountain. We went hiking," Ophelia went on, and even though Skye heard the obvious respect in her voice, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of pain and regret. The mountain flashed past quickly in the glass windows of the elevator. Technically it wasn't a mountain—only a bit bigger than a sizable hill—but since it was the highest point in Alpha Island, it was called Mt. Alpharest.

The swish of the elevator smoothly opening brought Skye out of her thoughts. Hurrying to line up with her dance mates, she moved to warm up. The studio was alive with chatter, but even if Mimi wasn't present, Skye kept silent.

Why did he prefer Ophelia? Not that she was bad or anything…okay, Skye was jealous. Skye Hamilton—founding member of the DSL Daters and the daughter of Natasha Flailenkoff. It's not my fault! Not for the first time, Skye saw just why Charlie disliked Shira so much. It wasn't as if Shira and Skye were BFFs. It was just that out of all the three—Skye, Charlie, and Allie—Charlie was the one who had history with the billionaire, who'd made her give up Darwin. Not until Shira made her lose Taz…

The clinking jangle of bangles mad Skye straighten and her head snap up. Mimi strode—there was no other word for it—into the studio. She heard Ophelia behind her quiet abruptly.

"Afternoon, girls," she called.

"Afternoon," they responded.

"Finish warming up. I have a new routine to teach you." Mimi instructed, then began warming up herself. Skye's enthusiasm raised a few notches. Two weeks of "California Gurls" could really wear out a girl.

Quiet reigned in the studio, until Mimi unfolded from a complicated stretch that balanced her body on one leg while her quads, shoulders, forearms, and torso were loosened. Immediately chatter broke out as the girls' instructor positioned herself in the middle of the studio.

"Line up against the wall," Mimi told them. Then she called to the walls for the music.

LMFAO's "Party Rock Anthem" burst through the speakers. Skye pushed down the urge to jump in and start dancing, instead watching Mimi. She absorbed the moves, while studying her for a mistake.

None.

When the electro-rap finished, Mimi had hardly broken a sweat. A smattering of applause sounded.

"Now—Sleeves. Ophelia. Prudence. On the floor. Repeat song."

The three star pupils had barely scrambled onto the floor when there was a small shriek. Skye looked down. Dingo was leaning against a tree, staring up at the cube.

"The boys on this island are here to learn with us, not to prove as distractions." Mimi's voice cut in. "We will be going as planned. Recent song, repeat. Decibel level: high."

The walls took a moment to register her request, and then the music pumped out louder than before. Skye closed her eyes and launched into the routine, calling back as much as she could and trying to evoke Mimi. Fortunately, she'd always had a pretty good memory.

By the end of the routine, she was a bit hot but knew that she'd only done a few minor flaws. A couple days will fix that, she thought, a tad smugly. Looking down, she saw that Dingo still stood there.

She snapped her head back up as Mimi walked over. "I will play back your dances one by one. When you see one, raise your hand and tell me." She walked over and pressed a button. A slick panel slid back and a holographic Ophelia popped up.

The music started and the holograph started dancing. Skye caught eight mistakes, but Ophelia failed to spot one.

"You forgot when you had to slide instead of spin," Mimi observed. "Next, Prudence."

As Prue's virtual person came to life and started dancing, Skye's gaze wandered down to Dingo, who gazed up and mouthed, You won't have any mistakes. Skye gave him a blinding grin just as Mimi said, "Seven mistakes. Sleeves."

She walked over, and her blond, blue-eyed hologram beamed up. Mimi hit PLAY, and virtual Skye began to dance. Watching closely, she caught all four of her mistakes.

"Good, Sleeves." For the rest of the lesson, the girls all danced and watched themselves dance. As the class let out, Skye realized with a small stroke of satisfaction that she had made the least mistakes.

How'd you like it? I need song requests!